Blackmailed by a Bully
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Freida smiled as butterflies fluttered around her tummy.

The situation was strange, but it didn't feel wrong. It should feel wrong.

'But for the first time in my life, I don't feel like a bad person for having sex.'

Damon picked her up, threw her onto the bed and climbed on top of her, attacking her with more kisses. With expert fingers, he unclipped her bra and pulled away her clothes before pulling down his own trousers. Freida let out a small gasp as he pushed inside her. She stared up at him, eyes wide and he laughed.

"That's just the tip," he told her, sounding almost guilty. "I'll take it slow, don't worry, Princess."

Freida nodded and tried to relax as he eased it inside her. It was painful, but not in a horrible way, as strange as it sounded. The pain was a good pain.

"I was going to fuck you so hard," he said with an evil grin and snickered. "But you know what... I think you're actually sorry, aren't you."

"I'm not sorry," she replied truthfully.

Damon paused, frowning at her as if she'd gone mad.

"Well, if I hadn't called you an asshole, I wouldn't be here with you right now, would I?"

Damon continued to stare, but his frown slowly turned into a smile. He let out a huge burst of laughter.

"Yeah." He nodded. "You're absolutely right."

Freida whimpered as he pushed it in further. She stared up at him with pleading eyes.

"It hurts, right?" he asked.

Freida felt ashamed for being such an inexperienced wuss, but she nodded.

"I'll finish myself off," he said, pulling out.

He didn't tut or sound angry, and that was surprising to Freida. Mr Preston had become quite annoyed with her for doing the same thing. Being so young and having no prior experience, she had just figured it was normal for the man to get angry about the woman's inability to perform, but now she realised the truth.

'He was an asshole,' Freida realised.

Freida couldn't help but watch. She wanted to see him cum.

Then he looked up and caught her staring. "Enjoying the free porn?"

She blushed and nodded.

"You do the same thing," he demanded. "Open your legs so I can watch."

It was Freida's first time masturbating in front of someone else and it felt strange as if it should be private.

At first, she was touching herself in a mechanical way, purely for show, but as she watched him, she found herself getting more turned on.

"Wait, I have an idea" he said. "Lay down."

Freida thought he was going to put his dick back inside her, but instead, he started placing gentle kisses on her stomach, moving down until his face was between her legs.

It was the first time a guy had done this to her, and she wasn't quite sure what to expect.

As he began to lick at her clit, she realised it felt amazing.

She placed her hands on the back of his head, holding it in place as she pressed her pussy into his face.

It was the best thing she had ever felt. Better than masturabating. Better than sex.

She bucked her hips upwards, grinding against him as he pushed his tongue inside her. When she started sucking on her clit, she couldn't take it anymore.

The explosion of pleasure was the most intense she'd ever experienced.

Damon wiped his mouth and smiled at her.

"Now let's try again," he said.

He pushed inside her and this time it slid in with ease. It felt a thousand times better, and she managed to not whimper once as he made love to her. When he finished, he rolled off and laid by her side for a moment.

"Sleep here tonight," he said.

It didn't sound like an order, more of a request.

Freida nodded, turned onto her side and snuggled into him.

"I need a cigarette and some food," he said.

"I could eat," Freida agreed. "Not so sure about the cigarette."

"You should start smoking just so you can know the joys of cigarettes after sex," Damon told her with a grin.

"Is it worth the lung cancer?" she asked.

"Oh, one hundred per cent worth," Damon said, lighting up. He took a drag, leaned his head back and blew a flurry of smoke rings.

"Let's go order a pizza," he said, smoking his cigarette as he got dressed.

Freida followed suit, putting her clothes on, then followed him down the stairs to the living room.

Jayce was sitting alone, watching some boring documentary on the television.

"Want pizza?" Damon asked him.

Jayce nodded and smiled as the couple sat down together.

"I'm turning this off though," Damon said. "Sorry, but we need to watch a film or something."

As they flicked through Netflix, Freida was happy to replace out that Damon liked horror movies as much as she did. They had a 'Halloween' knowledge off which Freida won with ease--being the world's biggest fan. When the pizza arrived, Freida was shocked to see Damon actually open up his wallet for the first time. She half expected dust, cobwebs and a few spiders to fall out.

As they sat there, the three of them, eating pizza and chatting, Freida felt at home. She hadn't even felt that way inside her own new house yet. It still felt cold and foreign to her. But here... here was warm and safe.

It was strange, considering how things had started off, but Freida was a strange girl. That was something about herself that she had come a long way toward accepting.

As she took a bite of pizza, she felt her phone vibrate. She looked over at Damon who was also scoffing down the pizza.

"Who else has this number?" she asked him.

"Nobody," he replied. "Why?"

"I got a message," she said.

"It's probably from the service provider," he said.

"Right." Freida nodded. But when she checked the phone it most definitely was not from Vodaphone.

"I know your secrets..." the message read. "...want to hear a secret about Damon?"